Oh but he could only hope they weren't too late.

For months they had been searching but it was exceedingly difficult to catch someone who happened to wander in whatever direction the wind might be travelling on that given day. In the end, they had taken their fathers directions and headed mostly west. He had an inkling that perhaps that would be where Eurus wound up, as much as all of them hoped she'd never get this far. Now with the great mountain looming just ahead, he knew they were out of luck.

Mismatched eyes scanned the forest, the red ferns reminding the eldest of little more than dried blood. His mouth pulled in a tight line as he spotted the first of the low hanging skulls, seemingly lining a path much like a will o' the wisp might taunt someone closer to their death. He swallowed down a lump in his throat for it wasn't the first time he had seen such adornments. "Zephyrus." He motioned with a tip of his head. Eyes peering down the bone scattered path. Had they finally caught up to her?